OK, so I currently have an overdose of business-related stress, mainly overflow from other people's troubles... and the creeping crud still has my metabolism disrupted. Also, I had granola for dinner, which is usually a mistake.
So, not sleeping well.
In the wee hours of the morning, I was trying to have a semi-waking nightmare based on Asimov's The Gods Themselves. I say "trying" because I didn't remember the book at all well, so the best I could come up with was a vaguely U-shaped proton pump threatening to give the Universe a severe case of heartburn.
Then I looked up and saw a shifting black cloud up near the ceiling. Which, on reflection, had to be Huckleberry, plus a bookcase, minus my glasses.
So I decided I might as well crawl out of bed. Got to get out for (short edition) walkies & errands this morning, plus getting up to speed for a teleconference on a project that's 2 months behind schedule before it's even started.
Probably spend the afternoon sleeping.
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